PARTY PARTY PARTY

[allie]

CHAT DEMANDS IMPROMPTU IC PARTY FOR THE WIN AND THE LULZ

LET'S GO!  JOIN IN!


At the end of the day, your character is led back to their room in the usual manner.  The nurse's hand reaches for the doorknob and the door swings open, then--

Poof!

Your character appears in a large ballroom with an exquisitely tiled floor and a large stone fountain in the center.  The centerpiece of the fountain, shaped like a large fish, continually emits a spray of glitter from its open mouth.  Several tables covered with crisp white tablecloths are positioned near the walls, and a jar of sharpie brand glitter-paint markers serves as a colorful centerpiece for each.

Against the far wall is a long, rectangular table, with two bowls of red punch.  A sign written in fancy calligraphy rests against each: Yes, and No.  In addition to the punch, there are bottles of every liquor imaginable, as well as several fine wines and packs of cigarettes (though partygoers will have to fight for a single lighter).

The bathroom to one side bears a creepy resemblance to the bathroom in a normal house, complete with a medicine cabinet worthy of a lonely 50's housewife.

On the other side are a series of doors leading to rooms.

CURRENT SUB-ROOMS:

Bathroom
Office
Room of Mystical Legal Aging
Vegas Hotel
Broom Closet
Walk-in Freezer

If your character goes into a room, please put that room in the subject line.  Rooms are lockable.  If you want a room that isn't listed, tell me and I'll give it to you.  XD




Since this is not an actual damned event and is not srs bzns, feel free to join in with a character that from another rp if you're a potential player.  If this is the case, instead of entering through a door in the institute, your player would enter through a random door in the RP from whence they came.  XD  EDIT:  Party is now also for trying out potential characters.

The YES punch smells and tastes alcoholic, and has the same effect as a normal spiked drink.  The NO punch smells and tastes like normal non-alcoholic party punch.  IF YOUR CHARACTER DRINKS THE NO PUNCH, IM ME AT QUANTIFYTHIS AND I WILL TELL YOU ITS EFFECT.

THE FIRST RULE OF THE PARTY IS DON'T BE LAME.  THE SECOND RULE OF THE PARTY IS SRSLY, DON'T BE LAME.


FORMER MUSIC
FORMER MUSIC
CURRENT MUSIC
(music will be updated when Allie is not lazy and people give requests)

SMALL PRINT:  Powers and weapons are go as long as whoever you're using them on is cool with it.  Continuity from previous damned parties is intact if you want it to be, or not intact if you don't want it to be.  Clothing is whatever your character wore in canon, whatever they should have worn in canon, whatever they wore in their rp game, or whatever isn't in the dryer.  This impromptu chat party will last until everyone gets bored.

prose plz

Comments

[notachick.livejournal.com]

Rude reminded him of Hijikata in more ways than one. He was never really off duty, his suggestions were like orders, and despite the gruff exterior, he did seem like a nice guy. Hijikata would likely glare at anyone who dared call him a 'nice guy,' but Okita remembered. He remembered all too well the kindness that Hijikata had tried to bestow upon him. He had tried so hard and yet, by pushing him where the blade lay... Ah well, ancient history now. Back to the amusing man beside him. Okita grinned and sipped his drink again, watching Rude over the rim of the cup. "Well, if you've never swam in a river, then you don't know if it's any better than the beach or not, right?"

He didn't really know what to say about the foreigners. He didn't really like them and what they had forced his country into doing. From what he had heard, the foreigners had pushed the Shogun into signing lopsided treaties that gave the West more power than it deserved over another sovereign nation. Dropping his gaze, Okita murmured, "...I wouldn't say that."

It was because of them that the war was going on. Well, there were a lot of reasons, but the rebels had seized upon the end of the seclusion and the anti-Western sentiments to spearhead their cause. And in the end, the Shinsengumi were going to lose and everyone was going to die. Unpleasant business, the lot of it.

Much better to focus on the piglets and the present. Leave the battles and the far away prophesy of blood and death to someone else for now. Setting his drink down, Okita nodded and pulled the pen back out, twirling it in his fingers. Ballpoints were much easier, but he still managed to do a pretty good job even with the fatter sparkle pen. "Yes. I don't like leaving my hands idle. They'll get me into all sorts of trouble then." He flipped the pen from finger to finger, finally pointing it at Rude with a wink. "Don't you agree?"

As for why pigs? "He's my pet. His name is Saizo." Uncapping the pen, Okita drew a set of glittery dumplings and a drink for his little paper piglet and smiled. "He was always with me back in Kyoto. I do miss him. Do you have any pets, Rude-san?"

[silent-shades.livejournal.com]

Rude shrugged again. "Maybe Landel's has it's own beach. Then you can tell me," he suggested. Snark, flirtation or merely a statement. Who could tell?

Okita didn't seem to want to talk anymore about the Black Ships. Rude was curious, since he was Black Suit and he had a feeling there was a lot he had in common with these people. But that wasn't something you went around telling their victims. Unless you wanted to upset them. Which Shin-Ra often did... But hell, you had to make friends of your enemy's enemies, right? And that's what all the patients were.

He understood the need to DO something, but for (what he thought were) different reasons. He wasn't a fidget but he'd never stopped training his mind and body if he could help it. But starting fights in Landel's, even just for training purposes, only got him in trouble. Lucky Reno.

And then...there was something here. Those words coming from Reno, he knew it would be a way of flirting. But strangers were so hard to read. Then that wink. Shit. Something about him stiffened and he seemed quieter than his usual silence for a moment. A sure sign he was getting shy.

"I guess," he said, finally. He suddenly found that he really did want to keep his hands busy. He poured two more drinks. One of each. Yes and No.

Gathering his nerves, he looked at the picture again. A pig as a pet? Pigs were food. That was their role in life. He automatically scanned the room for Reno when asked about his own pets and seemed to smile inwardly before shaking his head. "Not possible with my lifestyle."

[notachick.livejournal.com]

"If Landel's has its own beach, then I hope we'd all be able to go," Okita said, smiling as always. Whether Rude meant it as snark or anything else, he took it as an invitation for later. He'd have to remember this man and his strange sunglass-wearing habit.

Rude stiffened and Okita watched him curiously for a moment. He was a shy one, apparently. It probably wasn't very nice of Okita to keep Rude in the dark about his gender, but the guy's reactions to things were too amusing to let the charade drop just yet. Just a little bit longer if he could help it. Okita popped the pen back into his sleeve and fiddled with his half-empty drink cup, following Rude's gaze out across the party.

A partner then? Or something else? "Normally I wouldn't be able to keep one with my lifestyle either, but Hijikata-san said we should keep them for food and I couldn't in good conscience let them really get eaten, right?" Where had that come from? Well, it was the truth, but that was strange. He hadn't really intended to say all that. Oh well. Truth was better than lies. "Are you always on the go, Rude-san? It must be very difficult."

[silent-shades.livejournal.com]

Rude's face succeeded in showing some expression as his eyebrow hitched up a little. Any beach owned by Landel's wasn't likely to be a good place. Sure he'd suggested it, but he wouldn't be the sort to actually go for it.

Was Okita naive or just going along with him for kicks?

For some reason wanting to break world records, Rude's face came to life once more in a dark little smirk.

So it IS food, he thought.

"You never got hungry then?" He'd have little trouble killing his dinner if he was hungry. Seriously. He'd eat a damn kitten rather than starve. But, you know, it'd be among the last options. It'd just come way before boots and people.

He shrugged at the question. They weren't ALWAYS moving, but he'd lived in Shin-Ra quarters and, well, he just didn't like being responsible for any life but his own. And the Turks'. And the President. It was just too much trouble. He was too busy. He didn't trust Reno.

"It's not so bad. What about you?" He couldn't picture anyone but sailors and farmers and old style soldiers having a stock of animals to eat and it was foolish in either situation to get so attached to your dinner.